Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1619 - 1622: In the Days Without You, I Will Always Be Sad 6

"I personally taught him how to carve my name, though it turned out all crooked and even with the wrong characters," Ling Yin thought back to that scene with a smile. "Back then, the two of us loved hiding in this place. It was the quietest spot in the bustling city, free from strange stares or unfair treatment. We, two children, could breathe the city’s air freely.

"I still remember the afternoon we carved those two names. It had just rained, and there were few people on the streets, so we didn’t earn a single penny begging. He said it was cold after the rain and wanted to find shelter, so we ran to this place. The surroundings were so quiet, only the clear sound of raindrops remained. He said he wanted to leave something here, so I suggested carving our names."

------------------Ling Yin’s Memory------------------

That afternoon, the sky was densely overcast, and the narrow lane paved with bluestone glistened with rippling water.

Little Chu sat barefoot in the only spot sheltered from the wind and rain in the alley, playfully stomping in the puddles. He even extended his hands to let the raindrops falling from the eaves drip into his palms, one by one. He laughed, laughing joyfully.

"Giggle, giggle, Brother Ling, it’s so much fun."

"Little Chu, don’t play with the water. Come over here quickly, your hair is all wet, and you’ll get sick." Being sick was terrifying because no doctors would treat them, and there were no medicines to take. Everything was left to fate.

Ling Yin’s voice was gentle, yet carried the irrefutable tone of an elder brother.

Little Chu looked down at his feet soaked in the puddle with a grievance, then glanced at his small arms, and finally gazed at Brother Ling with bright, shiny eyes: "Just a little longer, okay? Brother Ling is the best."

Like a little adult, Ling Yin pulled him over, using his sleeve to wipe the water droplets off his small face, looking directly at him: "No, you’ll get sick, and then you’ll feel so bad you’ll cry."

Little Chu looked up, their eyes met: "But I just want to play!"

Ling Yin’s eyebrows slightly arched upward, a sign of his irritation. Little Chu, scared, quickly lowered his head, preparing for the imminent telling-off.

Ling Yin just kept looking at him, saying nothing. Of course, he wasn’t angry with Little Chu, but he couldn’t allow him to be capricious and reckless. "Don’t play with the water. Brother Ling is asking you to write your name, okay?"

"But I just want to play with water."

Ling Yin, like a little adult, sighed and grabbed his shoulders. The grip was a bit heavy, causing him to whimper lightly.

"Ouch..."

"Does it hurt? When you get sick, it’ll hurt even more; your whole body will ache."

"Little Chu doesn’t want to get sick. Little Chu is scared."

He looked up once more, meeting his gaze, those pure and beautiful eyes, unfathomable, with a hint of grievance: "Little Chu wants to write Brother Ling’s name, okay?"

"Okay, I’ll teach you."

He had nothing else on him, just a piece of wire, so Ling Yin used the wire as a pen, holding Little Chu’s hand. The two little guys poked at the wall, stroke by stroke, etching deep lines.

"Little Chu, did you remember? This is my name. This is your name."

Little Chu was delighted: "Brother Ling, if we write our names together, we’ll never be separated, you know. Touch this, it can’t be erased."

Ling Yin was happy too: "Yes, we write our names here, they can’t be erased, we will never be separated, and Brother Ling will always protect you."